A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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Preheat the oven of love

With plenty of secrets and hugs.

 

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In the night

I hear your voice,

but try to fight

to keep my noise.

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Speechless
My Name Is Sasha
My Sister Is Leigh
I am six
And she is three

Our dads always mad

fasal koi or katta hai

ऐसी अटल अवस्था में भी, कल क्यों पल-पल ट

Dil me teri muhabbat

Dil me teri muhabbat ka kalma bar bar padta hoon

Dil ki es diwar par tera naam likhta hoo

MUJHE BHI KHABAR NAHI

कोई आहट होती है ना,

तो लगता है जैसे �

such me tumhen koi fark nahi padta

tumhen such me koi fark nahi padta 

mere hone ya na hone se 

billkul bu

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What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,

I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,